The genus Osteospermum belongs to the plant family Compositae (Asteraceae) or Daisy family. The plant originates from South Africa and is therefore also known under the common name 'African Daisy'.

The word Osteospermum comes from Greek 'osteon' (=bone) and Latin 'spermum' (=seed): bone seed. Osteospermums are half hardy perennials and will therefore not survive frost conditions. However, they can be propagated by cuttings or may be over-wintered in a greenhouse or conservatory.

What the heck does "half hardy mean?" Seems to me that they would be or they wouldn't be.

Amos, I drove myself out to Idaho in a 1999 Honda Civic LX. I was not shipped out in a big truck, although my furniture, etc. followed later in one. Neither was my wife shipped out, but drove herself in a 1993 Honda Accord LX (which she later drove back East and sold to our graduate-school-bound niece).

During my Journey West I stopped at several places and saw many wonderous things: Sidney, Nebraska; a truck stop outside Cheyenne, Wyoming (where I missed meeting the wonderous Sorcha by fifteen miles); a bunch of boys flying around fighting a pirate with a hook; Cabela's Sporting Goods; a mountain made of glass; a salt sea in the middle of the country; mountains made of rocks; antelope; coyotes; herds of bison that stretched as far as the eye can see; longs lines of covered wagons being drawn westward by teams of oxen; amber waves of grain; and even assorted Indians, both the kinds that wear saris and the kinds that wear jeans.

I object that the brown-shirt management of this site allows, unmolested, this implicit but unmistakable bashing of the transgenderedly challenged. They are NOT all marimba players as you well know and I will not stand idly by while . . . I QUIT

The exchange has gone down in MOAB history as a prime example of "Utterly Meaningless Gibberish" (or "WTF" for short) Unfortunately, heric's subsequent posts have been rare until recently. His computer access was extremely curtailed after that incident with the canary and the begonia. It's taken him a while to convince the staff that the new meds are working well enough that he should be allowed into the computer room unsupervised.

Slight correction, Rapaire. While Tweed and Khandu did in fact go off on such a journey, they didn't exactly do it together. Tweed's point of embarkation was Tweedsburg, located in the wilds of Palm Beach County while khandu set out from the Royal Palace in Tupelo, otherwise known as Uncle Tink's Place. They arrived at their mutual destination a couple of miliseconds apart, but in that particular universe time moves so slowly that a milisecond is like a week in our own universe. Tweed, who arrived first, quickly ran out of Newport Lights and had to find a Seven-Eleven to buy more. Khandu arrived while Tweed was out scoring smokes and hung around until he was overtaken by a Big Mac attack and had to hie to the nearest MacDonalds. Needless to say, Tweed arrived back at the Destination Point while khandu was out. This type of thing went on for several more miliseconds with them continually missing each other for one reason or another until they finally both said "Fuck it!" and went back home.

Tweed and khandu... Like two turds in the same sewer... Destined to flow by each other a thousand times yet, somehow, never to touch.

Yes, Teresa, there CAN be more than one, but to get to them you would have to travel into parallel universes. Such travel is very, very complicated and difficult and should not be undertaken without proper equipment and training.

The best way is to gird your loins with a gladius, a targe, a complete set of bagpipes (the big Scottish war pipes are best), a parfleche containing dried corn, dried meat and/or fish and/or berries, warm clothing, at least 10 liters of water or other drink of your choice, several feet of logging chain, a lariat, two or three bodhrans, and a copy of the complete writings of either Paul Dirac or Ted Gissell.

Properly outfitted, you must find then find a rabbit warren, as the tunnels in bunny havens are the easiest (and only non-lethal) way to journey to these other universes (the others involve black holes, blue event horizons, and stuff like those). Crawl through the bunny tunnels (old-time MOABites call them "bunny tunnies"), following every twist and turn, and eventually you will see a White Rabbit chasing a pre-pubescent girl. Follow them, and after you pass through the place where The King is sleeping with Sir Francis Drake's drum, turn left and continue straight on until morning. And there you'll be.

Tweed and Khandu went off on such a journey together, and they only made it part-way back. That's why they're not around here as much as they used to be -- they're only partly with us.

Woops, I forgot to pay homage to the king of BS ... hello khandu! We've met formally and formerly on this very thread, but it was close to a year back, or was that eons? :) Some other parallel MOAB (can there be more than one?)

Yeah, Rapaire, he did it; I saw him hit you. I mean ... um, I heard the rich voice and mellifluous strains and smelled the aromatic breezes of BS, I did, and I said to myself "Hey, 'at 'air's bee-dubya; yep,'at's right." :)

You people disgust me. You read bunny haven and immediately assume the worst. It could be a totally innocent love of pet bunnies. Besides which, it obviously comes from Yiddish, meaning somebody who has buns. I can just see you all about to misinterpret that one too. Well in Yiddish the word bun does not have any other meaning, so it won't work. We're obviously talking about bread products here.

I apologize. I read a few pages of Watership Down and a loud voice asked me "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU READING THIS SHIT FOR?" I told the loud voice that I wasn't really sure, but that he shouldn't holler in libraries. That made him angry and he snatched the book from my hand and threw it out the window. It landed on top of a university police car with two university policepeople in it and I thought it would be better to forget about the book than to try to explain to them how it got on top of the cop car.

From that day on, I figured that if the power that created the universe wanted me to read Watership Down he/she/it would drop a copy out of the sky and have it land on top of my own car, but it hasn't happened yet.

But it's nice to know that the guy who wrote the book named a character after a coffee maker.

Bee-Dubya, you're embarassing us and Mom. Surely you've read Watership Down, haven't you? That's about a haven for rabbits -- a bunny haven. You know very well from your studies of the Q-Celtic languages that "Bunnahabhain" is Elderich Cornish for "Bunny Haven." Obviously, Bunn has a "thing" for rabbits. And it would be rude, not to mention possibly disgusting, to inquire further. Bunn has never asked about you and pot, hmmmmmmmmm?

Bunn - Groundhog Day, Feb. 2nd, is a US pseudo-holiday. It's the day when the groundhog supposedly comes out of his hibernation burrow and looks around. Then if he sees his shadow winter's supposed to be almost over and if he doesn't see his shadow we're all gonna die or some such horseshit. Anyway, there was a movie made several years ago in which a television newsperson, played by Bill Murray, went to a town where they have a Groundhog Day celebration, got trapped in a timewarp, and lived the same day, Groundhog Day, over and over again.

Your post reminded me of the timewarp idea and since Groundhog Day was just a few days ago... But I forgot you're across the pond.

Hello khandu, it's nice to meet you to. That's not any groundhog day tradition I've ever practiced. How do you go about spending time in a random day in the past? I think that would be useful thing to know. I don't like today, but last month sometime would be really nice to spend some time in...

Amos, it was easy to find my first post as SRS at Mudcat. The difficult one was my first post to MOAB.

Actually, you only got the first post of my current moniker. I used a different name for a while before. I lost track of the cookie so I came back as SRS, and eventually had Joe clear up the other name.

That's a good idea.The spatula thing sounds exciting!! I will time travel back a bit & see what all of you had to say about my favorite subject! I am a lover of spatulas!! I think I will as wellThe spatula thing sounds exciting!! I will time travel back a bit & see what all of you had to say about my favorite subject! I am a lover of s I think I will try and go a bit further back...

How ya been, Ken? We coulda used your input while spatula-mania was running rampant around this place. But it's purty much played out now. In a month or so we'll all be goin' "What the fuck was that all about?"

To answer your questions:

What is the generally accepted behaviour here? You must be completely nude at all times. Smoking is permitted.

Can I say "shit" without causing an uproar? No. In fact, you may not say anything here. But you may type anything you please. Max can't afford the software or the bandwidth for us to actually say things to each other. The exception, of course, is Teresa. Have you met Teresa? No? Well, take a moment and introduce yourself. Because she is blind, her computer says things to her. Ask her what "%#@&**@+!" sounds like.

Are Jokes accepted? No, this is a serious discussion forum dedicated to the eradication of world peace.

What about "Tweed' jokes? Only if equal time is privided for denim jokes, gabardine jokes and gray flannel jokes.

Would anyone here like to jock mahoney? No. But you are welcome to jock your own mahoney as often as you see fit.

I often make unplanned deletions on my computer...is it safe for me to be here?

I have been known to consort with the Knause brothers, Sheeny & Shiney. Is that considered taboo here? It's not taboo, but you might want to reconsider hangin' out with Sheeny since he has joined an ashram and spends several hours a day following his guru, Baba Bahnahna Dakree, around with his nose stuck in Baba's butt-crack.

Stilly River Sage began her noted career as a Mudcat poster in October of 2001, at 12:17 Mudcat time, by posting to the "Perfect singers" thread in the following wise:

Maria Callas and Karen Carpenter in the same sentence? Now that is eclectic listening!

Since you're naming some folks who are long gone, a couple of regional voices should be named, for the character as much as the voice: Ivar Haglund and Don McCune. Wonderful voices. Throw in Stan Boreson and you have the Seattle tv triumvirate of the 1960's.

Richard Dyer-Bennett -- well, he was just about perfect.

She then proceeded to post 6,254 more times, ending with the following remark on the "Mother of All BS" thread:

t took a while, but I found my earliest MOAB post. Here. I'm not sure what number it was, but there it is

HaHa! Bunnahabhain, I've considered you "fresh blood" in the little time you've been here! I feel like a newcomer since I've been posting only since the high 1000's. I think. I'll leave it to one of The Boys to go back and find my first post.